SAMANTHA'S POV It happened so suddenly and I had not expected that kiss one bit. It was not my intention to kiss Joey but then I realized how much I seemed to be loving the fact that he was doing so. I could not bring myself to stop initially as I equally responded to him and then a couple of moments later, I pulled away to stare hik deep into the eyes. The fact that I had just kissed him was etched onto my mind and suddenly, my conscience pricked me in the most painful way ever. I clearly had done Emilio wrong by going off to kiss someone else. "Samantha, I'm..." He started to say to me. "No. I should go." I said to him, "But we need to..." He was about to say again when I cut him off. "It was my mistake and I am really sorry. I should go now." I said but it sounded more like I was trying to convince myself to leave. My legs were beginning to turn into rubber and I knew well enough within me that if I stayed here, I would not resist. I had to run away before my leg melted before me a
EMILIO'S POVThe young man was really surprised to see me back at the phone store and had actually believed that I had come to query him over something."Is something wrong, sir?" He asked me to try his hardest to disguise his fears.I at this point was in no mood for reassurance. All I wanted right now was to get the damned phone fixed and if I would need to play baddie to get that done, then so be it."Fix this." I said to him as I slammed the phone in front of him.He took one look at it and became frightened."Wasn't this..." He started off but the glare in my eyes instantly shut him up for good as he swallowed. "Okay, sir.""And do not attempt to wipe the memory. I want it to be good as new." I said to him,"Okay, sir. You could return in about three hours, I'll have it ready by then." He said to me trying to avoid my stern gaze."Three hours you say, you must think I'm a joker, boy. I need that phone up and running in less than an hour. Do you hear me?" I asked him angrily."Ye-
EMILIO'S POV Zara was awake? That woman would go totally B.O.L.O. I looked at the young man beside men in the car now and he seemed confused as to whether or not we would be coming. I realized I needed to make a decision right now based on the scale of preference. No! This is my last chance probably at getting Samantha back and that does not happen so easily. I realized it would be best if I sought my wife out. I decided that I would call the men at the hospital and speak to them. They were to wait with her in the ward and not permit her to speak to the police. However, upon hearing that Tom was there as well, it made things easier. "You guys, sync with Tom but do not leave their side." I said as there was no trusting these people not to stab me in the back. To everyone, I was the arch villain quite alright. "Let's go, Alfredo." I said to the driver. We made our way straight to the boy's little apartment and I had to say that it was way below the standard of living I had been used t
SAMANTHA'S POV"Here you go, sweetie." Ma'am Jacqueline said as she handed me the tea cup.I took it from her amidst tears that were seeping from my eyes while trying my hardest to calm my nerves. The older lady had taken up position on a rocking chair right in front of me as she looked at me steadily."Are you going to keep crying or are we going to talk about this, Samantha?" She suddenly asked me."I'm a bad person." I said as I set the tea aside."We all are bad people." She responded.Did I ever mention she had her degrees in philosophy. It has never been an easy job talking to the woman from the onset. One is always wary of what things to say before her."No, I mean I'm very very bad." I responded."To an extent we all are very very bad. So, are you going to keep up your self loathing or you want to start telling me what happened?" She asked me again."My marriage is in shambles." I responded."That has already been established." She answers."Ma'am Jacqueline, I just did someth
SAMANTHA'S POVIt was all the way back to Ma'am Jacqueline's home as I could not think of anything else to do or say at the moment. I had forgotten to use the doorbell as I frantically kept knocking on the door. Soon enough, the older woman appears looking sincerely worried about me."Samantha, is something wrong?" She asked, noticing the panicked look on my face."It's Emilio!" I told her."What about him? Your husband, right?" She asks me."Yes. My husband. He called. He seems ill or something." I said."Calm down, Samantha. What really happened?" She asks me.I was in no mood right now to resume explanations to her but certainly, I could not keep this from her and get a solution from her. I resume a shaky explanation."From the tone of the man in the background, I think he's dying." I said to her as tears flowed down my eyes. Emilio was probably too sick to fly and it was going to be my fault."Calm down, Samantha. He's coming here, isn't he?" She asks me.I pause as I think about
SAMANTHA'S POVI could not believe my eyes as the fears were clearly written all over me. My husband managed to slide off the seat and I stood as his men assisted him get down. It was really tough but eventually, Emilio stood in front of me as he struggled to stand on his own. He had his suit off clearly and now, his inner white shirt was covered with blood. My hands went up to my mouth instantly as I stood before him fearfully.Emilio forced a smile on his parched lips that seemed to be drained of blood and having cracks all over as he tried his best to stand before me."Samantha, I'm sorry." He said, slowly beginning to fall on his knees as I rushed over to catch him quickly."Stop it, you're wounded." I cried out."He's losing blood. We should get him inside." The two that had brought him were saying to me."I know. Help me." I cried out as I supported him by one of his shoulders."Allow us, ma'am." The two men said and came to support him.I saw another man with a briefcase come d
EMILIO'S POV I could recall the searing pain as the bullet tore through my shoulder, I flinched but then he had his gun up again and fired another shot which I managed to dodge. His face spelt of nothing short of hate and disdain but then he tried to shoot again and there was just a click. He had run out of bullets, clearly not prepared to do what he had planned."Damnit." He muttered under his breath as he kept slapping against the gun.My bodyguards had come inside the room and had their guns pointed, ready to shoot."No!!! He's just a kid, damnit!!!" I yelled as I realized that I was still clutching to the paper where he had written Samantha's location. It was stained with blood at this time.He looked really scared and panicked as he threw the gun right at my bodyguards and dashed off to open his window. Hell no, I would not let him do as he intended. We were all the way at the third floor and him jumping at this point would only add to my guilt. I saw him now as my recompense an
SAMANTHA'S POV"Would he be alright?" I asked the doctor who stood by the end of the bed as he packed up his tools quietly.My eyes had not left Emilio's face since I entered the room.There was a bandage wrapped around his shoulders now and he was still not opening his eyes. I had been expecting that I would meet him with his eyes open the sooner I entered but clearly, that was not to be. An IV tube attached to his hand as well was dropping in little by little. The entire room smelled of blood and drugs."The worst part would be considered over totally if he makes it through the night." The doctor said to me,"What do you mean by that?" I demanded."I would be monitoring him all through the night but we should be better prepared for a fever outbreak or something. A gunshot wound is not something to be toyed with, ma'am." He said to me,My eyes went straight to Emilio as I felt really sad looking at him right now if he does not make it through, I feel that I might never actually forg